Meet Riley, my new 9 week old yellow lab.
Riley’s hobbies:
– Eating a lot
– Biting things he isn’t supposed to
– Chewing things he isn’t supposed to
– Playing inside
– Running for 2 seconds and then being done
– And waking me up way too early
But I still love him.
Until next time…
– Peanut
My dad died one year ago today. Here is my point of view on the events that took place that day…
James 1:17-Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. (NIV)
Until next time…
– Peanut
One of the most important things you should know about me is that I love to travel; I can’t stand being in one place for too long. Most people say that I use traveling as an excuse to escape my reality at home, and that I just try to run away from the real world. It honestly frustrates me when some people say that though. My love for exploring into the unknown has nothing to do with that. If a person were to truly know me then he or she would understand where the root of my passion comes from.
When the majority of people travel they do it for vacationing purposes. I guess you could say they are technically the ones trying to escape reality. The only purpose that the trip is serving is to get away from work and pamper themselves. I’m the opposite. Whenever I go abroad, I look forward to working and learning new things. For me, I find that by submersing myself into the local culture it will refresh and relax me. I enjoy listening to local people share their life with me. I see it as an opportunity to learn about a lifestyle that I wasn’t born into. It’s kind of like being able to live a different life without actually being born into it. You know what I mean?
I believe that when we are born and raised into a family, we get this pre-programmed outlook on life. We share basically the same opinions and point of views with our family because it’s all we’ve ever known. That’s why when I travel I like to get a peek at the world through other peoples lenses. It really helps to broaden my outlook on the world as a whole.
So to say that I travel only to escape reality, is false; it serves a greater purpose for me. We really do only get one shot at life, and that’s why I plan on enriching my mind with as much of the worlds cultures as possible. I want to live out as many lives and cultures as I can while only being one person. It’s all I want to do in life…
Until next time….
– Peanut
Hoboken and Manhattan skyline from Liberty Island. November 2013
What makes me happy? You don’t have to ask me twice to get an answer. I’ve got a list things to answer that question. Instead of answering them here, I will just list them below.
1. Traveling- Nothing makes me happier than a quick and spontaneous trip into the unknown.
2. My friends- Whenever we are hanging out we always have a laugh. We all know how to crack jokes and have a good time.
3. Music- It’s amazing how a good tune can put me in a happy mood.
4. Pinterest- What’s better than an online site where you can find the clothes/house/food you wish you could have?
5. Photography- I have a different outlook on life than what most people have. That’s why I like taking what I see and translating it in a way others can understand.
I believe you can really get to know a person by what makes them happy, so hopefully you know me a little better now. Now I want to know something about you. What makes you happy?
Until next time…
– Peanut
My uncle and me when I was little.
I can remember exactly what I was doing this day 2 years ago. It was New Years Eve 2011 and I was at home with my family. My mom’s phone rang and it was my grandpa calling. He told my mom to hand the phone to my dad, saying that it was important. My dad took the phone and started to talk to my grandpa. There was a look of worry that flashed across his face. Whatever my grandpa was calling for must have been important.
I remember my dad saying, “Call me back when you know for sure.” He hung up the phone and just sat there. My mom started asking what was wrong and if someone got hurt. All my dad would say is, “I’m not saying anything until I know for sure.” Then the phone rang again and my dad picked it up.
At this point I knew something terrible had happened but I didn’t want to know. While my dad got up and went into his room to talk on the phone, I got up to leave the room for a moment to calm myself down. When I came back into the room I could hear my mom sobbing in her bedroom along with my dad. I started crying not even knowing what happened. My little brother came up to me crying and said, “Uncle Matt killed himself.”
I broke down in tears, shaking from the news. My brother and I made our way into my mom and dad’s room and my dad confirmed the news. I remember seeing my dad holding my mom in his arms while she cried. My uncle Matt was her little brother and he had just spent Christmas with us 5 days before. Apparently he had locked himself in the bathroom and lit some charcoal. This caused him to die from carbon dioxide poisoning. The weeks following I had nightmares. There was one where I saw him kill himself in front of me. Harsh I know, but it’s what happened. I don’t have those dreams anymore though.
I miss you Uncle Matt. See you soon.
Happy New Year- Peanut
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